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Me and Men continued. All is not lost though, as I clearly see the next morning. I turn around in my bed and there he is, Mr Lover Man. And he wants to stay! I pretend that I know exactly what we were up to during the early morning hours and try to ignore my bra and blouse in the shower (of all places?). I have my morning pee and get back into bed with him, feeling much better, and as Lover Man here says, you always feel better after being sick. Yikes! Some more sorry sickness I don't know about? Anyway, from what I can gather, and smell, no sexual activities took place and he confirms this with a sweet smile and a remark somewhere in the line of 'I'm sure sex between us will be great'. That's a dead give-away! He leaves much later, leaving me behind feeling like the sex goddess I always wanted to be, and he even phones that night! As this is a big WOW and actually the last thing I expected, I act busy and tell Darren I will call him back in an hour. An emergency BS-Session is called immediately! It is then decided between the sisters that this is a man with a shit-load of emotional baggage, as no man holds you the whole night, just cuddles, no sex, leaves you the next day and then actually keeps the promise of 'I will call you'. Sam, our twisted sister, offers the solution of accepting a date and then making a decision. It gets a positive vote from the rest of us. This however, leaves me with the problem of what-kind-of-date, as the last and only time that I saw him, I was pissed out of my mind, and I secretly wonder if I will recognize him again. Nikki and I contemplate and we decide that the best thing would be a coffee date, in a café, this offers more than one solution. Firstly should the date turn out to be terrible, alcohol will be right within my reach and to the rescue, while I await the check-up call or should it go very well, I can act hungry and it might even end up in a dinner-date. So I call Darren back, act all executive-like and we set a date for Tuesday eve. By ten o'clock that morning I feel very short of breath, by twelve I am sure I am having a seizure and by two I take the afternoon off to try and relax, in order not to be a total maniac that night. I do my rounds at the gym and the sunbed, take a jog around the block to clear my mind and go the five o'clock meditation group. Between all of this I remember thinking that this is definitely Mother Nature's way of keeping me in shape - get me a date and psych me up, just to tumble down in a few hours, after a very disappointing date. While getting ready I think of all the possible hazards that might occur to spoil the evening; me crashing my car on the way to the Mall, not recognizing Darren, choking on something, or even worse, spraining my ankle in a desperate attempt to look gracious and cool. The Heavens and Angels are with me and I have the most wonderful time of my life. Everything was perfect - I made it to the Mall in one piece, I knew immediately that it was him when I saw him, I don't choke and I don't fall. Coffee turns into cocktails (don't worry, I stayed more or less sober), cocktails turns into dinner and dinner turns into breakfast in bed. My bed! Darren came home with me that nightand Darren never left. He stayed. The next day he picked me up from my office, took me home and cooked me dinner. That night he stayed again. The next day he brought clean clothes, the day after, his colour TV, two weeks later, his Play Station and after a month, he paid half of my rent. What about the MHNE list, you ask? Well, let me tell you something girlfriend, there are a lot of myths out there, and one of them is that all perfect men are either married or gay. Just look hard, follow your heart, and of course your clubbing instincts. Sooner or later you will find him, and you will know that its right; because he phones when he says he will, when he stays it feels like he's been part of your life forever, and most importantly of all, he kisses you just right! THE END
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